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Title: It’s Time to Star Wars.Author: Myana LunaFandom/Genre: Teen WolfRelationship(s): Stiles/Peter [Platonic], Stiles/Derek [Romantic].Content Rating: TWarnings: Star Wars Movies, Foul Language, Implied Sex.Chapter Summary: It’s Pack Night. And it also just happens to be May 4th. Peter should have known better.Words: Dunno, just kept typing until it seemed to be finished.

“Stiles!”

“Stiles!“

“STILES!”

“What Peter! What?!” Stiles screamed from the landing.

“May The 4th Be With You!” Peter replied faux innocently.

“Oh my god! Peter! You genius!”

Stiles scuttled down the stairs texting furiously on his phone, sprawling himself across the sofa and by default Peter.

Peter huffed before thumbing the screen of his phone, there he found a new message:

Puppies! Pack meeting tonight. Be her or no more cookies. Also, bring snacks! ❤

“What exactly is this supposed to mean?”

“Well” At this point Stiles sat up and turned to face Peter directly “Scott, the potato that he is, has never seen Star Wars, can you believe that? Never. And I’m pretty sure that except for present company only Erica and Lydia have actually watched them all. So I was thinking that instead of the usual – blah blah, report, blah blah, patrol, blah blah – that as none of us need to be anywhere tomorrow, we can marathon the ENTIRE SAGA!”

Stiles had started to bounce in his seat. Apparently just the prospect of Star Wars made him excitable.

“What’s got you all excited?”

The question came from the top of the stairs, Derek had finally decided that finding Stiles would be a better use of time than waiting for him.

“And why am I not involved?”

“TMI, nephew, TMI” Peter deadpanned.

Derek shrugged, he wasn’t ashamed of his relationship with Stiles or their fondness of being ‘That’ couple.

“Oh! OH!” Stiles gasped “We can, we… oh never mind” Stiles shook his head, bounced over the back of the sofa, grabbed Dereks hand and then proceeded to dragged him back up the stairs. “See you later Peter, organise it for us ok? Love you!”

“Hey! No, why me?”

“Because I’m asking nicely” He heard echoing from the upper levels.

Peter had decided that capitulating to Stiles demands would be a better and less traumatising use of his time. The sounds being emitted from their room were just not conducive to staying sane – and Peter was holding onto what little sanity he had left.

He made a mental list of what he thought Stiles would like, but just to make sure he also decided that a visit to the Sheriff’s Department wouldn’t be amiss.

“Sheriff!” Peter smiled “Good to see you. Now a few questions if I may?”

“What do you want Hale? I’m busy.”

“Well…”

“Speak up Hale, I havn’t got all day”

“Star Wars”

“Oh god, Stiles has gotten to you hasn’t he? Please tell me I don’t need to be there? I mean, they’re classics but I can only watch them so many times”

“Actually, I think this is my fault, but you know Stiles is my favourite, so I don’t mind” Peter shrugged off the Sheriffs worry, if anything he was qute looking forward to the evening. “No, what I need is the DVD’s, and to borrow some of your soft furnishings”

“And Stiles can’t do this himself why?”

“He’s otherwise occupied…”

“Ocuu….No don’t finish that sentance” He shuddered “I do not want to know”

Throwing his keys at Peter, he wandered off into the back office muttering to himself. Just as Peter turned leave the station he heard the Sheriff call out “Be safe young Padawan”

The Pack turned up as usual by bursting through the door completely uncaring of the noise and mess they made just trying to get themselves situated. Uncharacteristically even Lydia joined in on the raucus.

They all stopped suddenly when they noticed that instead of the usual desk and computer screen dominating the middle of the room, soft furnishings, pillows and blankets had been scattered between the sofa and what looked to be a brand new home theater system.

“NO WAY!” was an almost collective shout.

“Yes way!” Stiles hollerd in return “Peter loves me” he boasted.

Derek cleared his throat and nudged Stiles harshly in the ribs.

“And Derek. Derek loves me” Stiles grinned up at Derek, popping up on his toes he bussed a quick kiss against Dereks stubbly cheek.

“Now everyone find somewhere to sit, get your snacks and shut up”

Once everyone had settled – a fight had broken out between Jackson and Scott over a big red cushion. Neither had won as Stiles had swooped in a and stolen it whilst they grappled on the floor.

“Now, the suprise.. What is it?” Erica asked.

Comfortably stretched across Dereks front with his feet in Peters lap, Stiles turned his jubilant grin toward the rest of the pack.

“May The 4th Be With You Puppies” He intoned maniacally.

“REALY?!?!” Erics squealed back.

Leaning up against Boyd she seemed to sync with Stiles’ excitement.

“I still dom’t get what you guy’s are so excited about, its just a movie.” Scott piped up from the middle of the pillow pile. Alison started t giggle into his shoulder – he had no idea the can of worms he had just opened.

“Just a MOVIE. JUST A MOVIE. Star Wars is NOT just a movie you heathen. Star Wars is a right of passage, it is the beginning and end science fiction as we know it. Just a movie. Watch the movies you big potato and if by the end you still think its just a movie, be warned you will loose ALL best friend privileges to Erica”

Scott stared in shock at Stiles.

“But…”

“ALL privileges Scott!”

Alison and Isaac leaned in on either side of Scott to comfort him in his minutes of shock. Lydia and Jackson continued to ignore the proceedings, tutting every know and then in agreement with Stiles. Scott just did not seem to understand the basics of the ‘rights of passage’.

Growing board with tedious teen conversations going on around him and suspecting that Peter felt the same, Derek brought their collective attention back to him as he annouced he was starting the movies.

“Right, Marathon Rules. One: There will be no arguments over the viewing order. Two: Get your own snacks. Three: No MAKING OUT. And Four: NO ARGUMENTS. We clear?” Derek recieved nods from them all “Good. Stiles start them”.

“On it Boss”

Everyone settled down and watched the opening credits.

1] A New Hope

2] The Empire Strikes Back

3] The Phantom Menace

4] Attack of the Clones

5] Revenge of the Sith

6] Return of the Jedi

and FINALLY…

7] The Force Awakens

They ended up skipping Phantom Menace due to the fact that both Jackson and Erica started growling as soon as the opening credits rolled through. No harm no foul though, it was an awful piece of cinematography.

It took them until mid-day the next day before they finished the marathon. None of them even thought about moving from the pile they had found themselves in.

As the closing credits of The Force Awakens ran across the screen, they curled up and finally went to sleep. The unspoken agreement that they would discuss the awesome as soon as they could function as normal human/werewolf beings.

Peter and Stiles stared at eachother over Dereks shoulder, smiling they silently agreed that this had been a fantastic idea.

Part I

The pack had split for college; Lydia and Danny at CalTech, Erica, Boyd and Isaac at UCI, Jackson was back in London studying at UEL and Scott with Alison at UC Davis. I had gone to Berkeley and Derek had followed.

Life was good, not great but good. The shit storm that was junior through senior year had finally come to an end. Word had gotten around [according to Deaton anyway] that Beacon Hills was occupied, fighting back and taking no shit; we were finally safe and it showed.

Dad kept me updated to the comings and goings, surprisingly the town was attracting new families almost in the droves. We even had a whole new set of Werecreatures; the Foxes had moved into the old Tate house on the other side of the preserve, the Cats at the Whittemore mansion and the Bears? Well I’m unsure exactly where they are staying but Derek appeared to be amused by them.

Which is why it was so unexpected. The Zombie Apocalypse. The big fuck you to the world. After everything i had been through? I was really NOT expecting the dead to start an uprising.

Strangely I had missed all the signs. Looking back I can’t believe that ‘I’ Stiles Stilinski had missed an opportunity to research the bejeezus out of this. I mean come on! After all that supernatural shit, what’s a few sniffles gonna be?! Though Derek had been frowning a lot more lately….

What I can tell you though, is that George A.Romero totally knew this was gonna happen.

At first it was just a cold, then they said it was some sort of bird/swine flu, next they had quarantined certain parts of the city. I finally lifted my head out of mid-term fugue when Dad called to tell me that Martial Law had been enacted in Georgia.

Queue inevitable montage of the world going to shit and you know ‘the unwashed masses’ looting, killing and then a nice idyllic farm house in the middle of corn bread nowhere country.

All of us bar Scott and Allison prepared for the inevitable. Maybe this time would be it. The End.

I love Scott, he’s my brother, but I have never been so angry or betrayed. The idiot will never learn apparently. He may be a True Alpha but he’s still an idiot being led around by his dick.

His belief that all can be saved was cute when we were juniors but now it’s just tiresome.

We had all come a long way; Derek was an Alpha that we loved and believed in, Erica, Boyd and Isaac had grown up and stopped believing in the fairytale that is the All-Powerful-Werewolf, Jackson and Lydia had finally come to terms with their relationship goals and were maybe heading somewhere healthy [well I hoped so anyway]. Danny was Danny, always on the fringe but still holding everyone’s confidence.

But Scott and Alison. They had stopped progressing as people and as a couple sometime in the middle of senior year. Their holier-than-thou attitude was grating but easily ignored most times, but not today.

Today we are preparing for what I hope to be the last battle. The hope that we’ll come out on top is palpable.

3-4 months has passed…

We haven’t done much since holing up at The Farm. Oh, we did manage to get halfway across the country without dying [so I’ll take that as a win] and we’d picked up a few strays along the way. Go figure that ‘supes are unattractive to walkers.

Derek had made contact at one point with another group of ‘survivors’ but apparently they were too focussed on getting to the CDC to actually be any help. He explained later that the two ‘leaders’ [a pair of cops] smelt of distrust.

About 10 days into the full on Apocalypse we had met up with Lydia, Danny and Jackson [apparently Jackson had been visiting just before all flights had been grounded] – I’m still suspicious of the how, I mean, I know they’re Pack but how in the holy hell did they find us in this mess???

So here we are; Me, Derek, Lydia, Jackson and Danny, along with a the new satellite members of the group – Jordan Parrish [a Phoenix], Malia Tate [a Werecoyote], Kira Yukimura [a Kitsune] and our youngest member Liam Dunbar [another Werewolf! Like we need anymore?]. We’d met up with them pretty much one by one, apparently me and Derek are projecting safety – whatever that means… Anywho, it turns out we’re all on our way back to California [family, friends, suspicious activity etc etc etc…] So like I said, here we are, in the middle of nowhere. Fending off dead things all over the place when who rolls up the driveway, pleased as punch? Scott! Motherfucking Scott McCall drives up in a mum-mobile with the rest of the pack in tow!!!

WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING????????? THIS IS A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE PEOPLE… YOU DON’T JUST FIND YOUR LOVED ONES WILLY NILLY!!!!!!

But I digress…..actually I’m about to tangent. Did you ever see that one episode of animal planet where the ants leave the anthill and eat that racoon? No? Well never mind, the point is that ants like zombies are EEEEEVEEERYWHEEEERE. Swarming all over my nice lawn, getting stuck in the fence, smelling up my roses – they’re not mine, but they sure are pretty and I’m keeping them alive. So there. And back on track… the point I was trying to make is that one minute I’m smelling the roses, thinking we’re on the up’n’up and BAM!

Dead Man Walking.

Like all over the place.

And I mean. All. Over. The. Place.

Turns out Scott’s not just a bleeding heart but also a complete potato. A moron. A few slices short. He’s been luring and storing the dead since he got here, except now there’s too many and they’ve overrun the old barn.

Like this:

My contribution to the Teen Wolf fandom. I don’t write a lot but when I do? I write what I can, when I can and I endeavour to have them finished. In my Teen Wolf fandom? I have thankfully managed to ‘complete’ 3 story arcs.

Notes: Messing with the Time line and Character deaths. Canon deaths up to Season 3. Assume everyone lives until you read otherwise.

Eichen House

The thing about truth is, there is no one side; Stile’s had struggled with the notion of truth for some time now.

Really, he had struggled since the untimely death of his mother. Because with his truth, there was only one side available. His mother would never be there to discredit, disavow or discern the real lie.

And the truth as he knew it? Was based on the biggest lie he had ever told.

November 6th 2004

‘Mrs T came to visit today. She was asking about you Mama, wanted to know when you getting out. She staid for a little while, I mainly think she was just using it as an excuse to corner Papa. Papa’s been working a lot lately; well not lately, ever since you came here. He doesn’t talk to me anymore Mama. It’s like he’s not here. I overheard him the other day talking to old Mrs Jensen, they were talking about you Mama, about how your getting better and how nice it’ll be when you come home. He was lying. And I don’t know why. Why is Papa lying Mama?’

Stiles sat holding his mothers hand whilst she sat staring out of the window. The room had changed slightly since his last visit; the curtains had been replaced, flowers no longer adorned the one table. Small difference as well. The lamps had been removed, and replaced. The same but different. The white walls looked impossibly whiter, but there was no smell of fresh paint to account for it.

It didn’t really matter Stiles thought to himself. Not really.

‘I finally talked to the new kid today Mama. His names Scott McCall, his Mom works at the hospital. He has asthma so he’s inside with me and Cora at recess. He’s a potato. A cute potato, but still a potato. I like him though. Cora thinks he smells funny. But everything smells funny to Cora. Mrs T says Cora’s just con-trair-ree. I don’t know what that means but it sounds like something Cora’d be’

Stiles decided sitting was getting to dull, so pulled on his mothers hand until she stood. Guiding her to the door, he then to stock of the hallway outside. Not to many people came to this side of the building; making sure she had her cardigan and slippers on, he pulled his mother to the double doors opposite her room.

Barely making a sound the two made their way to the lawn on the other side of the doors. Finding a spot almost perfectly in the centre of the lawn, Stiles tugged on his Mothers hand until she sat.

‘Is this better Mama? I think this is better.’

For the first time that evening his Mother looked at him directly and smiled.

Claudia fell silent again. Stiles knew he wouldn’t hear another peep from her for the rest of the evening. It was almost like she had a quota a day. And today’s had been fulfilled.

Confused Stiles did what he always does. Find a distraction. For the rest of the evening before full dark descended, he nattered on. Keeping his Mama up to date on the coming and goings of their small little town. Chains of daisy garlands adorned them both before the evening was over.

‘Son! Son?! Where are you?’

‘Out here Papa!’ Stiles called out.

Sheriff John Stilinski stepped out onto the lawn. He looked around at the other patients before focusing back on Stiles and Claudia.

‘It’s time to go. Bring your mother in and say goodbye’

That said, the Sheriff turned around and made his way back inside.

‘Come on Mama. Let’s go.’

He met his father at his mothers room. He had turned down her bed and lowered the lighting to a more comfortable setting.

Leaving them to it. Stiles called ‘Goodbye Mama!’ knowing she wouldn’t respond.

Making his way down to reception, Stiles became more despondent with each step.

At 8 years of age, Stiles knew that he was more mature than his peers; but sometimes he just wants to throw himself onto the floor and scream, sob and pull the same type of tantrums he sees other children throw.

Finally he made it to the BHSD cruiser parked outside. Opening the door, he sat himself down on the passenger and proceeded to play with the radio. He knew he shouldn’t, but maybe his Papa would talk to him, even if it was to shout.

December 15th 2013

Over the interim years Stiles had grown into a vicarious young man, shouldering responsibilities way above his age.

The werewolf drama had been escalating over the past year and a half. Scott had come into his own, but at the expense of others. The True Alpha bullshit had not made his ‘best’ friend a better person; morality wise he had always been the better half of their relationship. But now?

Now Stiles didn’t know his brother anymore. They had slowly lost touch as Stiles’ more viscous side shone through, as Stiles lost faith in Scott always having his back.

Derek had taken Boyd, Erica and Cora up north to recuperate; Isaac wouldn’t go, preferring Scott and Alison over his original pack. Peter was still hanging around, but Chris appeared to be keeping him in check. Derek had left him a letter, it was what he needed. To know that someone appreciated him, that he wasn’t as worthless as he felt. Now his nightmares taunted him with the prospect of Derek not returning, of his Father finally admitting to not caring and of Scott finally leaving.

Then the Nogitsune moved in, slowly taking over Stiles. And Stiles had let him. Maybe not consciously but he had definitely wanted to take a back seat from all the drama. And now he was here. Without his best friend, without his father and without even an inkling of ‘pack’. He had been discarded as a liability; Scott didn’t trust him and his ‘new pack’ had fallen in line.

Stiles had been a at Eichen House for three days know. Pretty out of it for the first two he had not thought to explore. The black outs had receded and the Nogitsune had been dormant since Dr Deaton had poisoned him.

He now watched the inmates, trying to discern the human inmates from the supernatural. He had noticed Malia creeping around the edges of the room and Meredith was still listening to the dead phone.

The split was approximately 70-30 in favour of the ‘mundane’.

Stiles gave up watching the patients; he now followed the orderlies and doctors. The change over was every two hours with a 5 minute window of chaos, where the patients were left unsupervised. He knew within the next 20 minutes it would be time to take his ‘meds’ and 20 minutes after that… He would make his move.

Same Day – 45 Minutes Later

After leaving the common area and avoiding the orderlies, Stiles made his way to the south side of building. Muscle memory lead him through the twists and turns of the building. The long hallways lead onto other long hallways before finally he came upon a generic door; opposite a set of doing double doors stood ajar.

Looking out he sees a green lawn. And in the centre of the lawn sat a familiar person. Making his way over, he noticed the strewn daisy chains spread in various states of decay.

It had been along time coming.

Finally reaching them, he sat down crossed his legs and filching a few flowers he proceeded to make his own chains. After five minutes he stopped, taking in a deep breath he finally turned and spoke.